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I feel so blessed, I must confess

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Courtesy of A.A

Courtesy of A.A

 

‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
The quiet, the serene.

Whispers of the breeze;
The buzz of bumblebees;
Rustle of the leaves;
The sunshine, ah, the peace!

I feel so blessed
I must confess
To realise I am no less
Than he, she and the rest.

I am His child, without a doubt
As are we all, just shout it out.
All are equal, there is no doubt,
Loved by Him, of us He’s proud.

So let me dream
Beneath the tree
Of the “good, kind me”
I intend to be.

Realisation?

… Aye!

‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
His eternal love for me.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

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The Path Down To The Beach

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The sandy path winds its way between palms so lush. These towering trees sway in the sand s of time. Seconds pass by.

Each moment, every experience creates a memory. Such are treasured memories made. Spend time relaxing, enjoy the thrill of each new day.

I watch clouds float gently by while birds soar gleefully in the gleaming sunshine. The sand shimmers in the sunlight and feels warm to the soles of my feet.

The palm trees whisper a soft welcome as I finally reach the sea.

Ooh! The waters are cool. Refreshingly cool. I wade knee deep. What a delight! The surf splashes about me and I spend time, savouring the experience. Carefree. Lazing. Enjoying. Basking in the moment. Lost in time.

The waters swirl around my ankles. Now and again a bit of seaweed entwines itself between my toes.

I hear the merry noises of children playing nearby. I see a few folk reading beneath the shade of the palms, engrossed in an enchanting world of their own. Here and there, bathers lay on towels eager to catch a beautiful bronze sun tan.

Toddlers play with sand, clasping spades and filling colourful buckets with the shiny granules. Shrieks of delight and giggles as youngsters excitedly splash water on each other. What a joyful sight!

Tall tumblers of fruit punch accepted eagerly by the beach-goers, as they cool themselves off. Deckchairs polka-dot the beach and a razzmatazz of psychedlic sun umbrellas stand prominantly along the shore.

I too sit on the sand. Pensive in thought. How peaceful the scene.. How serene my mind!

I am grateful for the blessing of the beach. I love the sight of the sea! And the restful sound of the gentle roll of the tide.

Enjoy..

Maloquacious © 2013

These Bootees Are Made For Walking

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Courtesy of A.L

In these beautiful, snow-white bootees

Walked my two gorgeous, delightful babies.

Mature adults they have now become,

I feel so proud to be their mum.

As babes, I gently taught them much;

Right from wrong, with a loving touch.

These bootees are made for walking, I told ‘em when they cried

The road is long, be not afraid, for He is by your side.

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Of children, fairies and a sprinkle of magical dust

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For many years now I have been writing stories for children. I cherish the fact that I see everything around me with ‘child-like’ wonder…as if I’m looking at something for the very first time; when, in actual fact, the objects and events are hovering around me all the time. What an incredible feeling!
 
Here, I’d like to share with you one of my favourite short stories. It’s about a fairy called Aranda. Also, Fairy Be Happy. Ah, yes, and the story wouldn’t be complete without the little elf. And the toadstool…and a sprinkle of magic dust.
 
 
 
Fairy – "Take the Fair Face of Woman"...

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ARANDA THE FAIRY

‘Boo hoo! What am I going to do?’ the pretty little fairy sobbed as she wiped away a tiny tear from her wispy lashes.

The distraught Fairy Aranda was standing in front of Fairy Be Happy, the old fairy who looked after all the fairies in the land. She was now quite concerned about her.

‘Aranda, my love, you will have to create a flower for yourself. The other fairies have worked hard and produced beautiful bouquets of exquisite blooms. You must do the same,’ said Fairy Be Happy, tenderly.

‘But that’s just it! They’ve taken all the flowers and now there’s nothing left for me. It’s not fair!’ she cried, tightly clutching her magic wand in annoyance.

Grumbling, she rattled on about how Fairy Cerise had painted flowers red and called them ‘Roses.’ And how Fairy Tawny had created the yellow ‘Buttercups’ and ‘Daffodils.’ She spoke about Fairy Aquamarine and her ‘Bluebells’ and ‘Forget-me-nots.’ The list was endless, as were her complaints.

‘Aranda dearest,’ said Fairy Be Happy, finally, ‘You must go out and search for that elusive flower. Look about you. Be creative – a new flower, a plant, which will only be yours, so let your imagination fly!’ and she hugged the little fairy to coax her on her way.

Although a wee bit upset, Aranda bade goodbye and immediately set to work. She leapfrogged over tufts of grass and hopped over tiny pebbles to get to the woods. She was determined to succeed in her quest.

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